Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ten City,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.